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The search came back immediately. A whole folder full of videos. And in all of them, androids and machines, some of them almost human, and some completely mechanical. He opened them all, homing in on the ones that stood out. A human screaming for “help” as a tentacled machine held him down and penetrated him in every way. A young man, kissing his spark boyfriend, whose metallic arms held him tight, before slipping down to his ass. Two androids zapping each other with electricity and moaning. And on and on…

“These are robots,” Quincy announced, unnecessarily. It was just so shocking.

“Yeah, Q. I don’t want to make you feel like I’m fetishizing you but… yeah. That’s what I like.”

Quincy started smiling, and then he couldn’t stop, his grin so wide that his skin was stretched. Evan really, actually, really thought robots were sexy.

Quincy bounced a little on Evan’s lap. “You think my limbs are attractive,” he stated. He was still trying out the idea, but it became more real as he said it.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I really, really do.”

“I think that’s a fetish,” Quincy replied smugly. He didn’t see what the problem was. If Evan liked robotic limbs and he had robotic limbs, he was going to use them to drive Evan wild. Relentlessly.

“No!” Evan looked appalled. “No. I mean… I’m not interested in you because you have them.”

“But you want to touch them,” Quincy argued.

“Yeah…”

“Like someone with a foot fetish likes feet?” In his searches, they were both listed the same way.

“I guess…?” Evan was still trying to argue. “But I wouldn’t date someone just because they had…”

“Are we dating?” Quincy interrupted. Now he couldn’t sit still. His bounces had turned into wiggles.

“I’d like us to be.”

“Me, too! So you’re my boyfriend?”

“Yes, Q.” Evan was finally smiling again.

“And you have a robot fetish?” Quincy asked, pushing for the answer he knew was hiding in there somewhere.

Evan squeezed his eyes shut. “No. I mean, maybe it’s…”

Quincy dragged the tips of his pincers down Evan’s chest, the matte-black metal stark against his pale skin. He let his hoses coil up Evan’s arms.

“Oh… fuck…” Evan exhaled, his eyes popping open, but already going lost and needy.

“Robot fetish!” Quincy sang gleefully.

“Baby…”

Quincy pinched Evan’s nipples gently with his tripod claws.

Evan screamed, arching his back and thrusting his leaking cock up against Quincy’s abdomen. When he released them, only to tighten the coils of his hose arm, Evan was still trembling.

“Did you like that?” Quincy cooed, running the thin metallic tips over the rest of Evan’s chest.

“Yeah,” Evan panted.

“Because you have a…” Quincy teasingly waited for Evan to fill in the words.

“Dammit, Q. I have a robot fetish. But I don’t want you to think…”

Quincy kissed him, pressing at Evan’s lips until he let him in, then invading with his tongue until Evan went limp and clingy against him.

Evan worried too much. Or maybe he just worried about the wrong things. There was a big difference between being fetishized and enjoying a fetish together. In fact, Quincy had never felt so free.